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Vira Episode Four
Vira Episode Four
Vira Episode Four
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Vira Episode Four

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Park is trapped, and Vira’s losing her mind.
They were sent to this moon to look for the Force, but the Force found them.
With time fracturing, they’re thrust into a battle for the past, the future, and the present. Fail, and more than the Coalition will fall. The past will be rewritten, and the Force will live on forevermore
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Vira follows a secret superweapon and her charming handler fighting for peace. If you love your space opera with action, heart, and a splash of romance, grab Vira Episode Four today and soar free with an Odette c. Bell series.
Vira is the 7th Galactic Coalition Academy series. A sprawling, epic, and exciting sci-fi world where cadets become heroes and hearts are always won, each series can be read separately, so plunge in today.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 5, 2018
ISBN9781370153077
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    Chapter 1

    I suggest you relax, Lieutenant – we are in complete control, Jameson said as he sat forward on a weapons crate, his legs hanging over the side, his sophisticated armor grating against it as he swung his legs back and forth.

    Park was sitting with his back to the wall, his hands handcuffed with sonic cuffs. His armor had been removed. Which was a good thing, because when Williams had blasted him in the back of the head with an illegal weapon, the damn helmet had crumpled. And it wasn’t the most pleasant thing in the world to have scraps of metal sticking into the back of your skull.

    Despite the strain in his neck, slowly, Park tilted his head back and faced Jameson. I’m not accustomed to relaxing as the world’s ending.

    Williams chuckled. It’s not ending, Lieutenant – that’s the point. We’re about to save everything. And you’re going to help us.

    Park looked up at them. He crumpled his brows. Really, am I? And how exactly am I going to do that? She’s already seen through your game. She’s not going to fall for it again. By now, I’m sure she’s already figured out the modulations of that effect field, and such a device will not work on her again, his voice reverberated out on the words will not.

    From your file, I thought you were meant to be more impressive than this, Jameson said as he finally stopped swinging his legs, sat up straighter, and crossed his arms. Though the man had truly impressive biceps usually, his armor framed them like goddamn arrows pointing to the man’s strength.

    A strength Park had absolutely no hope of fighting now he was without armor of his own, without a weapon, and without a goddamn chance. And what precisely is that meant to mean? he asked, controlling his tone, allowing the sarcasm to drip through. Because you know what? Even when Park didn’t technically have a weapon or defensive capabilities, he always had one thing left over in his quiver of arrows. His wit. He turned it on now, ensuring his expression was controlled, any fear completely contained so that all these bastards saw was Park’s unaffected gaze.

    Jameson laughed, even tilted his head back and let his chuckles blast out through the room.

    The facility was empty. That’s right, completely empty. Park had no damn idea what had happened to all the archaeologists and workers here, and the few times he’d tried to ask Jameson, Jameson had just smiled. One of those god-awful cold smiles that told Park that even though Jameson thought he was doing all of this for the good of the Coalition, deep down, there was no difference between him and the Barbarians. Both were prepared to do whatever it would take to win.

    You hear that kind of language a lot amongst soldiers – doing whatever it would take to save others. But here’s the thing. Being a good soldier is not about doing whatever it will take. Being a good soldier is about having lines. Lines that you will not cross, no matter what. Sometimes you can win a battle by sacrificing your crew and friends. Sometimes you can win a battle by deliberately harming civilians. But in both circumstances, you should never do that.

    Jameson? He was obviously the kind of man who was willing to do whatever he thought would ultimately see him claim victory, no matter how vicious and depraved.

    Park tilted his head back again. Goddamn did his neck hurt. It really pounded, the pain driving in, practically making his teeth chatter in his skull. It wasn’t just the effect of having his helmet crumpled back into his skull. It was the fact that the illegal weapon Williams had used on him had blasted through his armor’s neural processors at the same time. It had either been a perfectly calculated blast – one powerful enough to knock him out but not kill him – or Williams had just gotten lucky. If it had been just a little closer or at the wrong angle, Park wouldn’t be here sarcastically throwing out witticisms – he’d be a pile of dead. Not that death usually came in piles – but go with him on this one.

    Yes, Lieutenant, Jameson said after a long pause, reigniting their original conversation. You will help us to bring Vira here. Because it’s the right thing to do.

    Park pressed his lips together, ticked his gaze up, and appeared to be thoughtful. Let me see. It’s been a while since I’ve taken one of those morality classes at the Academy, but I’m pretty sure handing over the most powerful soldier in the Coalition to a shady group of criminals is not the right thing to do. Though his tone was humorous to begin with, on the phrase right thing to do, he tilted his head down and put all his damn force into glowering at Jameson.

    Park could give Jameson credit for one thing. The bastard knew how to intimidate. Because rather than stare back with all the power of a death ray, he simply ticked his jaw from left to right. His helmet was off, so there was nothing to stop Park from seeing Jameson’s lower jaw bone swinging deliberately. The muscles up and down his cheeks and through his neck twanged in turn, as if they were fingers being drawn in to form a fist. It’s time to turn off your wit, Lieutenant. It’s time to rise, Jameson said as he pushed off the crate and stood.

    His words and movement had an immediate effect on the rest of his men. They all extended their backs, tipped their heads back, and looked just like soldiers willing to head out to war for their general. The only problem was their general was a sack of crap and a treasonous bastard.

    Park didn’t point a word of this out. Instead, though he appeared to have his gaze locked on Jameson, at the same time he continued to scan every other man in this room. Weaknesses. There would be weaknesses. He’d already picked one out outside when he’d realized that Williams was overconfident to a fault.

    They already thought they’d won. They believed that capturing Vira was a fait accompli.

    Park would prove to them just how wrong they were.

    She will come into this facility, Jameson said as he took a resounding step toward Park.

    And why do you think that?

    Park could practically see what Jameson was going to say long before the bastard opened his lips and muttered, Because she’ll want to save you.

    There were a lot of things that could push Park’s buttons right now, but that –pointing out Vira’s loyalty to him – was currently Park’s biggest emotional weakness.

    He could play unaffected all day, but right now he couldn’t stop his cheeks from paling.

    See – you know it too. She’s bonded to you, hasn’t she? You’re her only friend. The Admirals never let her see anyone, and now she’s got a taste of what the Coalition can really be, she’s not going to leave you behind. She’s a true soldier. So she will come in to save you.

    You so sure of that? Why isn’t she here already?

    She will come in to save you, Jameson repeated.

    There’s a difference between great leaders, and leaders who think that they’re great. The former just believe that by repeating what they want over and over again, their sheer confidence will force it to happen. The latter put down plans.

    Jameson was most definitely the former. Park could practically see the overconfidence running through his eyes like fire lapping up the rest of his reason.

    But here’s the thing – men like Jameson, with their level of training and experience – should never be overconfident. So what the hell was going on here? What had made the apparently competent Jameson think he’d already won this game?

    Time to push some buttons.

    Park tilted his head up and didn’t blink once. You’re wrong. She won’t fall for this trap. This little conspiracy of yours will end here. You’ve lost.

    And you’re forgetting something.

    Park’s stomach twitched. There was something about the way Jameson said that – the look of satisfaction in the bastard’s deep gaze – that Park couldn’t ignore. And what precisely, sir, he said, tone dripping with derision, am I missing?

    The Force technology under this moon. It’s still here. She’ll still have a moral obligation to destroy it before any more people get hurt.

    Though Jameson had been dodging the subject of the facility staff until now, this was the first time he’d made a reference to the real situation going on here. I thought you were controlling this facility? Including the Force shields protecting it?

    Control is a loose term. We know the modulations, sure. But under the planet – the real secret still lies.

    Just what kind of game are you playing here? Park suddenly spat viciously. Where are the other research facility staff? Where’s the director? What about those Force soldiers and the other members of the conspiracy to kill the Artaxans? Are they coming back? How the hell did you figure out a way to control a Force shield, anyway?

    Williams laughed. It was one of those brutal damn laughs you hear around jaded soldiers who think that the only true humor left in their lives is when someone else other than them gets hurt. Look at that, sir, you finally found his buttons. I suggest you keep pushing, he spat viciously.

    Park didn’t even bother to swivel his gaze Williams’ way. He kept it defiantly locked on Jameson. What the hell is going on here?

    I wouldn’t bandy around the word hell so freely, Jameson said, his voice a growl through clenched teeth.

    Why the hell not? Park tried to turn around and stare, not at the soldiers in the room, but at the room itself. He also slowly and deliberately tilted his head down until it became obvious that he was gazing with all his full force at the ground. "You do know what’s under there, right? I take it you haven’t lost your mind enough to think that the Force will help you. They will only help you

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